Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom and never will
Danny was cold and hungry, hungrier than he had ever been. He was in a wooden boxcar with rags on the floor in piles and a washtub filled with even more rags. An old radio stood on top of a crate and a few meager vegetables, rolls, and pieces of jerky were in the basket next to the crate. The calendar on the wall said March first 1933. One of the rag piles began to stir and a little boy in nothing but overalls came up to Danny. He had snow white hair and dull emerald eyes. Everything about him was scroney, even his hair.
"Daniel. Daniel!" screamed the boy. At a closer look he placed the boy at five of six.
"Dan-Dan, it's almost green rise, go back to bed…er…rags." Said Danny only this wasn't his voice. This voice was deeper an much more tired.
"But I had a dream where you left us. You won't ever leave us right?"
"Kid, you're stuck with us, for immortal life." Said Danny as he picked up the boy and put him back into the rag pile.
"What's goin' on?" said another boy as he rose from the same rag pile. This boy had blood red hair cut unevenly . He wore only a tattered red button down shirt and neon green suspenders.
"Nuttin' Jermy, get back to sleep. We got a big day ahead of us seein' as food is runnin' low."
"Don't call me Jermy, call me by my real name Jeremy. It sounds less kidish."
"Whatever, Jermy." Said Danny
"Will all of you, SHUT THE HELL UP!? IT IS FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE FREAKIN' MORNIN'" Yelled a girl with blood red hair. She looked older than Danny. She too looked unnaturally thin and dirty.
"How about you ALL SHUT UP?!" yelled a girl as she waved her arms up from the rags. Danny was confused, who were these people that looked like him and called him Daniel. And what was up with the date on the old fashioned calendar. He walked over to a broken mirror and screamed…